Nick mopped Riley’s face with a fresh towel. “Well, my girl here just IDed a dozen or so new suspects last night while we were fighting bad guys.” Riley was still just the teensiest bit jealous that she missed out on thwarting an armed robbery. “Lay it on me,” Weber said. “I hate how awake and alive you both are,” she complained. “Boot camp’s going well, I see,” Weber said with a smirk.
